The Caribbean does not end.
A wave lapping gently, effortlessly upon the pristine shore is not an end. The ankle caressed by such timeless magic knows this. The ear serenaded by this peerless symphony knows it will never hear the same again.
The Caribbean does not end when one finally, reluctantly turns away from breathtaking view.
It does not end when calm soothing warmth is left behind. It stays. It remains. It forever travels with those infinitely graced within an untouched and permanent moment.